ECLIPSE
"Here comes the woman favoured by his majesty himself!"
Eclipse stiffened. She wouldn't pretend that she was a stranger to the vice of jealousy, but getting that from Sasha Vustabino who all along had tried to embody a nobility even the gods couldn't touch was… disappointing.
"She observed the empty bottles of brown alcohol that were scattered on a table right under the shade where they stood.
It would appear the brides had been indulging themselves a little, and who would blame them. Given the events of the past few days, that was expected at the least.
Alcohol to drown their terrors was not exactly forbidden. And Eclipse wouldn't be the one to spoil their ungraceful indulgence.
Except Sasha seemed to be more than willing to ruin her mood that early in the afternoon.
The Northern ladies amongst them, not part of the Bridal Selection, rested their beady eyes on her as if examining her entire existence on behalf of their Alpha King.
